نذركَ بِالغوطتَيْنِ قَد ضَمِنَت

ربْوَتُهَا رَبْعَهُ ومَقْراها

You swore by the two curls that guaranteed

Their growth a quarter and their abode

أَطْلِعْ لَها الشَّمسَ مِن جَبينِكِ لَم

تَرجُ سِواها في النّومِ جَفْناها

Let the sun shine on her from your forehead, for she

Desires none but it to open her eyelids in sleep

فَالخَيلُ صور إِلى تَساهُمِ سَهمَي

ها وملهى في بيتِ لِهْيَاهَا

So the horses are images rushing to their battle

And a plaything in the abode of her amusement

دَولَةُ مَن دانَتِ البَلَدُ لَهُ

وَعَمّها ظِلُّهُ فَأَغناها

The rule of one to whom the country is submissive

And whose shade enveloped and enriched it

لا بِسِواها تَليقُ بَهجَتُها

وَلا سِواهُ تَبغي رَعاياها

By none other does its splendor befit

Nor does it seek any but his protection